Every one have their home.

8 Jun

There is no stranger in this town.
Moving in and out of their tombs,
laughing and kidding in this zone.
This is my heart,
And every one have their home.

Rain of love and river so fresh,
no untouchables, each in peace.
Doves are not needed,
tigers are lying on beach.
And every one have their home.

Outside there is fighting,
slew remarks are flying.
Stones are used for pelting,
where every house is of glass.
Here, its solid as rock.

No one know what is globe, here.
all houses are part of home here.
Globalization and commercialization,
Are nothing but scrabble points here.

Why are you living in that moronic world,
make a world, a earth of your own,
There are plenty outside without houses.
Why not give them a home in here.

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